What to Read Wednesday – Red Phoenix Brie Series #BDSM #WhattoRead

I became aware of Red Phoenix and her Brie Series through a friend. Since I’m open to reading new series and my friend raved about it, I thought ah…why not.

So, on a rainy Saturday, I pulled up the first book in the series, Brie’s First Day of Submissive Training up on my Kindle and snuggled in to read it. Of course my reading partner, Starbucks Venti Caramel Latte, was there to go along on this journey with me.

Let me tell you, after the first chapter, I found myself drawn into the book and the series.

It is very well written and the story will take you on an emotional journey, so be prepared for the ultimate roller coaster ride.

Red Phoenix’s Brie Series, is about a young girl finding her way and truly herself through the world of BDSM. Through a chance meeting with a Sir, she is given a card about a submissive training center. It was at this training center, she learned to become an accomplished submissive and ultimately found her Dom/Sir.

I’ve found many, many women face conflict when it comes to the subject of someone being a submissive. However, you find though this series, the journey for Brie wasn’t about being degraded or dehumanized.

No.

Brie’s journey was about a woman courageous enough to remove her mask and by doing so, she discovered herself and became a stronger woman through building a relationship with her Dom or Sir.

Quite the opposite of being degraded or dehumanized.

Through the six weeks of training, Brie is trained in many, many forms of play. And, let me just tell you…the scenes are HOT, HOT HOT.

And, did I say freaking HOT!

Her training Dom’s are sensitive and caring and understanding, as any real Dom should be. They of course are also stern and demanding and reprimanding. Again, traits a real Dom should have.

I found the author made sure all scenes contained the creed of BDSM; Sane, Safe and Consensual. The author also made sure to include aftercare, which was often missing from Fifty Shades of Grey.

I would recommend this series to anyone who is thinking of becoming a submissive, because as far as I can tell, the author did not leave out any aspect of submission.

Most importantly, she did not leave out the traits an accomplished Dom should have. Remember ladies, there are many, many men out there who claim to be a dominant and they are not. Know the traits of a real Dom and be on the lookout for them.

Note: There is a reading order to this series. I would recommend reading the books in order to get the full effect of the story.

The reading order is:

Brie’s First Day of Submissive Training (Brie, #1)

Brie Learns to Obey (Brie, #2)

Brie Learns Her Power as a Submissive (Brie, #3)

Brie Lives Her Fantasy (Brie, #4)

Brie Practices Her Oral Skills (Brie, #5)

Brie Embraces Bondage (Brie, #6)

Brie on Display (Brie, #7)

Brie Surrenders to His Will (Brie, #8)

Brie Bows to Her Master (Brie #9 – The Final Week)

The Collaring Ceremony: His POV (Brie)

Red Phoenix’s hotness is why; she is my What to Read Wednesday pick for this week.

Get your inner freak on and make sure to grab these books!

Rachelle ~

About the Author

USA Today Bestselling Author

Red Phoenix is an award-winning erotica author who gained popularity with her novel, Brie Learns the Art of Submission. She has won 5 reader choice awards for her various novels. When she is not writing, you can find her on Facebook or Twitter interacting with fans.

“I am a happily married woman who believes, based on personal experience, that love conquers all. It is a running theme in my writing. I love romance and I love good sex. It is a healthy combination in real life. My books focus on the love and lust shared by couples.”

How to find Red Phoenix

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Lead and Follow: Dance of Dominance by Cameron Skye @bitchesbewritin #BDSM #mafiaromance #mustread #goodreads

Made: A BDSM Mafia Romance available now at Amazon

A little unknown fact about me….I used to be a dancer. I studied ballet, contemporary and jazz for most of my life. And yes….I even was an exotic dancer.

It was my dream as a little girl to move to New York, to become a prima ballerina and to dance my life away. Sadly…that didn’t happen.

I’ve found myself recently thinking about taking a dance class. It’s been awhile (a long while) and I really miss dancing. It’s one of the joys of my life. It’s always been the way I work through life’s problems.

While sipping on coffee, looking through a course catalog at a Community College, I found myself thinking of the dynamics of couples dancing. It got me then thinking about the dynamics of a dom/sub relationship.

I could not believe I found myself sitting there actually finding seminaries between the two.

I know…WHAT?

Wait. Hear me out.

In most mixed couple dance forms, there is a Lead and a Follow. The Lead is traditionally the male and the Follow is the female.

The Lead (male) is responsible for guiding the Follow (female) through transitions of different dance steps. He choses the dance steps performed, not her.

He conveys his choices and direction to her through subtle physical and visual cues, thereby allowing for smooth transitions. A more experienced Lead knows (possibly on an unconscious level) the most effective transitions happen by his preparing the movements even before the dance even begins.

He knows without a shadow of a doubt, his Follow has complete trust in his ability. She does not question either him or his strength.

She knows he’s the one responsible for catching her. She trusts without a shadow of a doubt, he will do so.

She knows he’s the one responsible for supporting and lifting her. She trusts without a shadow of a doubt, he will never drop her.

The Lead knows he best supports his Follow by giving clear direction. There are no ambiguities to his directions. They are…what they are. By his doing so, it allows for her to help maintain a centered, ready him. It also allows for her to be ready for his cues, and for her to know exactly what to do.

I remember a lifted hand meant an upcoming turn, for example. A hand brought in front of the abdomen meant a send-way.

Sometimes, of course there are miscommunications between a Lead and Follow.

The general rule in dance is for the Lead to increase his grip and to take control. The Follow is not to wrestle and she is never to stop dancing, unless of of course she is hurt.

If that’s the case, she is to say so immediately. At that point, the Lead stops the dance.

I found all of this to be the same dynamics between a Dom and Sub. There’s trust, communication. He’s responsible for leading with clear precise direction. She is responsible for knowing his cues and for following them. If there is hurt, there is a word said and the dance stops.

If done right….it works.

To me being a Submissive, much like being a Follow, means encouraging a Dom/Lead into eading you into something fun and exciting. The difference… one dance is erotic in nature, done in private…the other usually public and on a stage.

As a woman who has been abused, I would NEVER…NEVERadvocate for any woman to allow a man to lead them into being beat on. There is a definite line from a bit of erotic fun and a man who wishes to dehumanize a woman.

I read some place that in BDSM a single word stops the act. In domestic violence, no words will stop it. I’ve found that to be true. Nothing I said….no single word stopped him.

I have to admit, through the journey of writing this book, I found new meaning into what it truly means to have this type of relationship.

My preconceived notions…were wrong.

Sometimes….it’s good to have an open mind.

I welcome your comments and feedback.

Take care

~Cameron

Excerpt:

Gabe slapped her ass hard, watching her cheek jiggle from the blow.

“You do not have permission to respond. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?

“Yes. Sir.”

He bit her thigh, hearing her breathing pick up. He nibbled a little harder.

“You like that don’t you? How the bite hurts.”

“Yes. Fuck. It’s so wrong.”

“Yeah, but it’s so fucking right.”

Gabe lapped at her pussy, thrusting his tongue in and out of her depths. Tasting the sweet liquid she dripped for him.

The sweet musky smell of her mixed with the honeyed taste. The way she rocked against his mouth, spreading her wetness all over his face was driving him insane. He sucked her entrance savagely. Needing, wanting more. Just as he felt her walls start to quiver, he stopped.

“No. No. No. Gabe.”

He skimmed his tongue over her clit, sliding out between her legs. He grabbed her by the nape of the neck, pulling her lips to his. Sharing the taste of her off of him. She moaned, deepening the kiss. The fact she loved the taste of herself….sweet fuck.

His cock, expanded. He was rock hard and throbbing.

Without speaking, he helped her onto all fours, leaning her over the back of the couch. He picked up a flogger, rubbing the softened leather over her back. Her breath quivered as her body tightened.

He stepped back and softly rapped the leather threads against the upper part of her ass. Rotating his wrist to allow the tails to get each side of her. She gave a muffled cry against the couch, flinching mostly from fear.

“Steady, kitten. You said you’d liked to be spanked. Said you wanted to try this. Count loudly to ten.”

“Why?”

He swatted her harder, allowing the tails to graze her clit. She sucked in air through gritted teeth, lunging forward this time from the slight sting.

“I said count loudly to ten.”

“One” She felt the tails swat than swipe softly over her ass. Then his mouth. Then his tongue, licking the burn away.

“Good girl. Where are we, Mia?”

“Yellow.”

He caressed her ass, placing soft kisses across her pinked skin.

“Ok, love. Yellow it is. Remember to breathe. Relax. I promise this will be nice.”

Teasers from Made 1 & Made 2 by Alisa Anderson @bitchesbewritin #BDSM #MafiaRomance #Spanking #Dominance #Kindleunlimited

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Reviews:

“I think my panties spontaneously combusted.” NL

“Addicted. Could not put the book away, then it makes you go to the other related stores. I’m waiting patiently for part 3.” PeggyAnn

Teasers:
Book 1 – http://goo.gl/1RlRRe

He gripped her sex. “This is mine.”

“Shit. It’s yours.”

He slid his hands back to her ass, gripping her cheeks. “And, this is mine. I’m going to spank you, Mia. Turn these luscious cheeks red.”

Those words.

His words.

Spoken low, against her skin caused her to tremble even harder. She’d never experienced anything like this before in her life. She was terrified but somehow felt safe at the same time.

She should have reservations about what was happening, but she didn’t.

She trusted him more than she ever trusted anyone in her life.

She let go of her control.



Book 2 – http://goo.gl/R0hKhs

Their eyes caught and held.

An intimacy was being shared right then. It both thrilled and terrified the shit out of her. It felt as if they were falling into each other. Each taking a piece of the others soul.

It was way too much for her. She needed to break the connection before she gave him all of her. She lowered her head, raising to bite his shoulder.

“No.” He commanded powerfully. “Keep your eyes on me. I need to see your soul.”

“Gabe.” She breathed. “I love you. I’ve never loved a man before. I’m afraid.”

He slowed his thrusting, rolling his hips against her body. “I know baby. I know. I’m afraid too.”

Lead and Follow by Cameron Skye #newrelease #bdsm Made: An Interracial BDSM Mafia Romance @bitchesbewritin

Made: An Interracial Mafia Romance available now at Amazon

A little unknown fact about me….I used to be a dancer. I studied ballet, contemporary and jazz for most of my life. And yes….I even was an exotic dancer.

It was my dream as a little girl to move to New York, to become a prima ballerina and to dance my life away. Sadly…that didn’t happen.

I’ve found myself recently thinking about taking a dance class. It’s been awhile (a long while) and I really miss dancing. It’s one of the joys of my life. It’s always been the way I work through life’s problems.

While sipping on coffee, looking through a course catalog at a Community College, I found myself thinking of the dynamics of couples dancing. It got me then thinking about the dynamics of a dom/sub relationship.

I could not believe I found myself sitting there actually finding seminaries between the two.

I know…WHAT?

Wait. Hear me out.

In most mixed couple dance forms, there is a Lead and a Follow. The Lead is traditionally the male and the Follow is the female.

The Lead (male) is responsible for guiding the Follow (female) through transitions of different dance steps. He choses the dance steps performed, not her.

He conveys his choices and direction to her through subtle physical and visual cues, thereby allowing for smooth transitions. A more experienced Lead knows (possibly on an unconscious level) the most effective transitions happen by his preparing the movements even before the dance even begins.

He knows without a shadow of a doubt, his Follow has complete trust in his ability. She does not question either him or his strength.

She knows he’s the one responsible for catching her. She trusts without a shadow of a doubt, he will do so.

She knows he’s the one responsible for supporting and lifting her. She trusts without a shadow of a doubt, he will never drop her.

The Lead knows he best supports his Follow by giving clear direction. There are no ambiguities to his directions. They are…what they are. By his doing so, it allows for her to help maintain a centered, ready him. It also allows for her to be ready for his cues, and for her to know exactly what to do.

I remember a lifted hand meant an upcoming turn, for example. A hand brought in front of the abdomen meant a send-way.

Sometimes, of course there are miscommunications between a Lead and Follow.

The general rule in dance is for the Lead to increase his grip and to take control. The Follow is not to wrestle and she is never to stop dancing, unless of of course she is hurt.

If that’s the case, she is to say so immediately. At that point, the Lead stops the dance.

I found all of this to be the same dynamics between a Dom and Sub. There’s trust, communication. He’s responsible for leading with clear precise direction. She is responsible for knowing his cues and for following them. If there is hurt, there is a word said and the dance stops.

If done right….it works.

To me being a Submissive, much like being a Follow, means encouraging a Dom/Lead into eading you into something fun and exciting. The difference… one dance is erotic in nature, done in private…the other usually public and on a stage.

As a woman who has been abused, I would NEVER…NEVER advocate for any woman to allow a man to lead them into being beat on. There is a definite line from a bit of erotic fun and a man who wishes to dehumanize a woman.

I read some place that in BDSM a single word stops the act. In domestic violence, no words will stop it. I’ve found that to be true. Nothing I said….no single word stopped him.

I have to admit, through the journey of writing this book, I found new meaning into what it truly means to have this type of relationship.

My preconceived notions…were wrong.

Sometimes….it’s good to have an open mind.

I welcome your comments and feedback.

Take care

~Cameron

Excerpt:

Gabe slapped her ass hard, watching her cheek jiggle from the blow.

“You do not have permission to respond. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?

“Yes. Sir.”

He bit her thigh, hearing her breathing pick up. He nibbled a little harder.

“You like that don’t you? How the bite hurts.”

“Yes. Fuck. It’s so wrong.”

“Yeah, but it’s so fucking right.”

Gabe lapped at her pussy, thrusting his tongue in and out of her depths. Tasting the sweet liquid she dripped for him.

The sweet musky smell of her mixed with the honeyed taste. The way she rocked against his mouth, spreading her wetness all over his face was driving him insane. He sucked her entrance savagely. Needing, wanting more. Just as he felt her walls start to quiver, he stopped.

“No. No. No. Gabe.”

He skimmed his tongue over her clit, sliding out between her legs. He grabbed her by the nape of the neck, pulling her lips to his. Sharing the taste of her off of him. She moaned, deepening the kiss. The fact she loved the taste of herself….sweet fuck.

His cock, expanded. He was rock hard and throbbing.

Without speaking, he helped her onto all fours, leaning her over the back of the couch. He picked up a flogger, rubbing the softened leather over her back. Her breath quivered as her body tightened.

He stepped back and softly rapped the leather threads against the upper part of her ass. Rotating his wrist to allow the tails to get each side of her. She gave a muffled cry against the couch, flinching mostly from fear.

“Steady, kitten. You said you’d liked to be spanked. Said you wanted to try this. Count loudly to ten.”

“Why?”

He swatted her harder, allowing the tails to graze her clit. She sucked in air through gritted teeth, lunging forward this time from the slight sting.

“I said count loudly to ten.”

“One” She felt the tails swat than swipe softly over her ass. Then his mouth. Then his tongue, licking the burn away.

“Good girl. Where are we, Mia?”

“Yellow.”

He caressed her ass, placing soft kisses across her pinked skin.

“Ok, love. Yellow it is. Remember to breathe. Relax. I promise this will be nice.”

 

Wait….Am I A Submissive by Cameron Skye #NewRelease Made: An #interracial #BDSM #MafiaRomance #dominant #BWWM #Submission #MustRead #goodreads #whattoread #kindle @bitchesbewritin

Have you ever had one of those moments, where you’re standing someplace and out of the blue something happens and you start to question things about yourself?

This recently happened to me while in Starbucks. I’m standing in the line from hell, looking at books in one of my friends Kindle accounts. Yes…she gave me her password.

Anyway, in my perusing, I come across a book and the cover looks interesting, so I decide to download it and give it a chance. Now mind you, I never read the blurb. I just went off the cover.

I get my Venti Caramel Brulee Latte (YUMMY), and head over to one of the chairs by the windows. I’m all set to enjoy my coffee and new found gem. I pull the book up and start reading and find it’s a book about BDSM.

Not Fifty Shades of Grey BDSM….but caning and wet rooms type BDSM.

I’m open…it looks interesting. Ah…I’ll read it anyway.

As I’m sitting there reading, it hits me. I’ve done a LOT of what this girl is doing in this book. I pause and start going back through, making a mental checklist.

Called a man sir or master…CHECK

Been eager to please them and follow their suggestions….CHECK

Sexually turned on by their dominance….CHECK

Been tied up….CHECK

Been spanked….CHECK

Spanked by use of a flogger…CHECK

Been blindfolded…CHECK

Been pushed past my limits….CHECK

Wait. What? Am I a submissive and just didn’t know it?

I’ve done all these things and wasn’t defined as one. The man I did all this with wasn’t defined as my Dom. He was just…my man.

This got me wondering…when does a relationship go from being that of “normal” to one of being that of a “dom/sub?”

Is it when the roles themselves are defined? Is it when there are contracts signed? Is it when you walk into a playroom versus a bedroom?

Of course the scientist in me loved the idea of researching this to find out. I have to tell you, after doing so, I’m still just as confused. Maybe, I didn’t hit on the right Google Keywords, I don’t know.

The reason I’m still confused is this, out of numerous and I do mean numerous sites visited, I found all the qualities of a dom/sub relationship to be the exact same qualities I expect in my relationships.

Acceptance, chemistry, communication, compassion, compatible of life goals, consensual, courtesy, dedication, dominance, honesty, humility, loyalty, patience, respect, responsibility, safety, self control, and trust above everything.

All qualities/traits I demand out of my partner. All things I’m willing to give them in return.

So again, I have to ask….when does a relationship go from one defined as “normal” to one defined as a dom/sub?

I’d love to hear you input on the subject.

~Cameron

Buy:

http://amzn.to/1LZOpVL

Blurb:

Gabriele Michael Roman-Kane

A man born into political royalty. His father, grandfather, great grandfather and all his other grandfathers being U.S. Senators. He of course next in line to take the families seat.

Ironically, he’s a man also born into organized crime. The younger brother to Nick Roman, head of one of the most notorious mafia families on the east coast.

The Roman Family.

All the women in the law office heard the stories. He’s well known for taking women to places, one could only dream of going with a man.

Sweet, painfully delicious places.

Will Mia go with him?

Excerpt:

Gabe slapped her ass hard, watching her cheek jiggle from the blow.

“You do not have permission to respond. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?

“Yes. Sir.”

He bit her thigh, hearing her breathing pick up. He nibbled a little harder.

“You like that don’t you? How the bite hurts.”

“Yes. Fuck. It’s so wrong.”

“Yeah, but it’s so fucking right.”

Gabe lapped at her pussy, thrusting his tongue in and out of her depths. Tasting the sweet liquid she dripped for him.

The sweet musky smell of her mixed with the honeyed taste. The way she rocked against his mouth, spreading her wetness all over his face was driving him insane. He sucked her entrance savagely. Needing, wanting more. Just as he felt her walls start to quiver, he stopped.

“No. No. No. Gabe.”

He skimmed his tongue over her clit, sliding out between her legs. He grabbed her by the nape of the neck, pulling her lips to his. Sharing the taste of her off of him. She moaned, deepening the kiss. The fact she loved the taste of herself….sweet fuck.

His cock, expanded. He was rock hard and throbbing.

Without speaking, he helped her onto all fours, leaning her over the back of the couch. He picked up a flogger, rubbing the softened leather over her back. Her breath quivered as her body tightened.

He stepped back and softly rapped the leather threads against the upper part of her ass. Rotating his wrist to allow the tails to get each side of her. She gave a muffled cry against the couch, flinching mostly from fear.

“Steady, kitten. You said you’d liked to be spanked. Said you wanted to try this. Count loudly to ten.”

“Why?”

He swatted her harder, allowing the tails to graze her clit. She sucked in air through gritted teeth, lunging forward this time from the slight sting.

“I said count loudly to ten.”

“One” She felt the tails swat than swipe softly over her ass. Then his mouth. Then his tongue, licking the burn away.

“Good girl. Where are we, Mia?”

“Yellow.”

He caressed her ass, placing soft kisses across her pinked skin.

“Ok, love. Yellow it is. Remember to breathe. Relax. I promise this will be nice.”